Planets Corrupted

There's plenty of landscape
to take with my tongue
every new ladder
its shoulder and rung
but then there's the case
of the lull being prompted
everything washes
like sugar
erupted
and this makes me feel
like a man lake of fire
bringing me down to the
touch of a wire
and holding your hips
with the grasp of machines
holding you close
and then kissing you clean
tapping your lips
tongue dragging your neck
I'm growing so solid
my emotions a wreck
to have you and be
on the inside
and beckoned,
this is the treasure
that prospectors reckoned.
Gold in a liquid,
and handled like lace
and pulling you close
and kissing your face
holding you there in my hands
and to touch
my inner and outer
to have you deluxe,
here is the moment
the galaxy fucks.

runningturtle87